More Thoughts: Five

Then there was the guard at MOMA where I worked as a student when I was attending NYU. Before becoming secretary to Monroe Wheeler, my job was basically simple  – working in the ticket booth or selling books. That didn’t stop me from looking at the paintings whenever I could, or looking down from the rooftopContinue reading “More Thoughts: Five”

More Thoughts: Four

Since Augustine did not become a saint till later in life, this may very well be by him. Dancing with your whole body and mind is after all surrendering yourself to life. I’m not sure, though, whether his mother, Monica, would have approved. I would have left the angels nonplussed, for I never really learnedContinue reading “More Thoughts: Four”

Arches

Once upon a time there were small towns where the buildings, the people,  communicated with each other. But this is after all Italy where even now one lives surrounded by the past.  Stairs used to be outside – now they are almost all inside. Houses still touch each other as they march along the street,Continue reading “Arches”

Doors — Who Knows

You never know what lies behind a door. That’s the point. A door may conceal what was never meant to be seen. The odds and ends, the remnants,  of some magnum opus. The mundane residue of what once was grand. An open door may suddenly reveal three levels of  brick arches, piggyback one on theContinue reading “Doors — Who Knows”

Colleen/Guardian Angel

Aren’t we all supposed to have guardian angels? They may not be all that interested in their charges, and sometimes seem to disregard them completely. There’s one in particular who seems to have forgotten what he was supposed to be doing.   In any case my friend Colleen Garvey caught him sleeping. She said he was theContinue reading “Colleen/Guardian Angel”